"I'm dying! Death is imminent! I will not survive this, *Ann!"
I glanced to where *Josh was flopped over the couch.
"You won't die from a paper cut." I smiled and rolled my eyes, and I focused back on my messy notes.
I heard the couch move and then a loud thud. I heard *Josh mutter "ow".
"Did you fall?" I asked without looking.
"No." He answered defensively.
"I told you so."
"Shut up."